infryq | Shakes fist at darkness

Yesterday I pressed and pinned the next seam on the black armhole. Sorcerer to the Crown is wrapping up nicely. I received a security code for equifax, and struggled to get their website to accept it. Eventually it went through, but it’s still kicking back my login. I will probably have to call. At work, I set up an environment on one of our servers for a small user study, and maybe solved a weird heisenbug with NFS. If it’s still working later today I might believe I actually fixed it. V came to see me about an interesting parallelization problem she’s working on with W. It’s not well-suited to the obvious methods because the bottleneck is in the wrong spot, but there are some possibilities she’s going to prototype/check out/run more numbers on and then come back to me next week. I spent the rest of the afternoon reloading state into my brain so I can fix the knowledge base display on the website. Home, dinner, trash, crossword, then Netflix. There’s no more She-Ra, and I tried about ninety seconds of a new prospect about a chef who gets tapped as the Chosen One in a network of assassins, but it was way too focused on how bad everyone’s injuries were. I switched to iZombie, of all things, but it seems to be sticking. Sleep.

Woke up at 4 with flank pain, which quickly amplified to a minor and then a major panic attack, followed by dry heaves. I was able to breathe through it enough that the panic symptoms chilled all the way out after only one round, and the pain faded pretty rapidly after that. I was back in bed an hour later. Kidney stone probably. Still some pain and nausea lurking so I’m going to call the doctor or the nurse line later, and definitely wfh if at all... but pretty proud of myself for leveling up my symptom management skills. Five years ago it would have just kept cycling over and over every fifteen minutes until I was weeping with exhaustion. CBT FTW.